In Love With My Billionaire Husband

Serena Mclane's P.O.V 

"Are you sure you're alright?" I pursue after him.

Entering into his office, I scan my surroundings and am impressed with what I see.

The walls consist of dark wood panels with bookshelves stacked neatly in corners.

The floors are a Slightly lighter colour than the walls but are not too light.

A big mahogany desk is placed in the middle—facing towards the door— with black leather seats which are placed in front of it.

It seems odd having such dark colour schemes but the huge floor to ceiling window contradicts the colours as it lets in streams of sunlight, lighting the room up adequately without any need for artificial lighting.

My gaze directs back to him as he mutters a low curt ‘fine: Only now do I take note of the presence of another man.

The very same one who we just met in the elevator.

He's adorable in a way.

Adorkable, if I dare say.

"I haven't introduced myself"

I say as I place my hand out for him to shake, throwing Damien a pointed look while I do so, "I'm Serena Mclane"

I say smiling.

The guy who doesn't appear to be much older than me, smiles and shakes my hand.

"I'm Max, it's nice to meet you."

"I need the other files I told you about.’’ Damien says loudly as he leans across his desk, rifling through papers.

"Yes sir’ Max immediately gets into action, passing me a smile he fixes his square black glasses, and then rushes down the hall once more.

I'm sure, working for a man like Damien Stryker will make anyone rush around as if the hounds of hell are chasing after them.

And how lucky I am that I'll be having the pleasure of working with him.

"So what should I do?"

I ask, wanting to help.

Damien seems to be busy walking up to one of the panels— not covered by a bookshelf— and then pressing a certain place.

I curiously look around his shoulder only to see a section of the panel slide back and instead reveal a black box.

A safe.

Damien puts his hand on a small screen as it scans his hand and then makes a weird robotic noise, he punches in a passcode, the door to the safe swinging open.

I'm surprised Damien has let me see he has a safe in his office but I mean after all the time we are going to spend together, I'll be bound to know a few things here and there.

takes out a small black

in his chest, way too close, and so I quickly take

entails a number of things.First off, you

says while opening the lid

widen and mouth drops open as I glance from

a ring but it still takes

heirloom.He murmurs.Just then my ears perk up, not due to what he said, but the way he said it.Are my ears playing tricks on me or

I glance at

by the way he pronounced a certain word that

spends quite a long time there that they pick up an accent but not

this? Damien probably just went

he doesn't seem to be the type

too into his work and other activities

I cant

I find myself saying.

ring is absolutely

about rings but I can tell that it's expensive,

glint in the light as do the other stones,that surround the main

clue except that

very

"Why not?"

asks, he looks thoroughly

my lip before answering; "It's too much.I can't accept the ring.I mean it's a family heirloom.You

try to clarify, seeing

"But I am.To you."

He tries to explain.

shake my

the point, people will be expecting you to wear this.You will be my fiance so you have to.This’' Damien pauses, testing the

it's my turn to be confused as I look at

"Protect me, from what?"

without making a few

I am not there to do so.So you have

more serious then he usually

my hand, holding it firmly in

my face flushes at

an intimate gesture had this not been due to a

making sense with such a befogged mind? We both stay silent, and finally he

leave his back as he now talks to

mine, I can't help but to move my

heavy

that Max has left, snaps me out of

where

walks towards his desk,

will have to act more

perplexed, wondering as if how on earth

passing

an unamused look but he doesn't say

ones and so that makes me spin in